(Shut up, I thumb typed it on Facebook weeks ago, its past my bedtime and i gotta work in a few hours)… thanks for hanging out. I’m not ashamed to say I’m a lonely old fool or ask you to find the donation link, so…. hello stranger. Enjoy

Grandpa, tell me about the line.

You don’t wanna hear about that… It was a frightening story.

I do, I do.

Ok……Here’s the short version:There are many spiritual people in the world and we’re all at a disconnect because it makes us feel strange but we feel United and drawn to one another. When we cross paths we nod but we don’t always speak; it’s in our eyes, our walk… Sometimes nothing at all but it shines like nothing else. I reached out and “IT” reached back into me. It told me what to do and what to expect. I closed my eyes and “IT” spoke. .Was is God grandpa? I don’t know that baby girl, all I know is that it moves me, if I ignored it, it would hurt and turn my life upside down. But that’s another story….The people were at a great unrest, they wanted change but didn’t know how to achieve the change that they so desperately wanted and needed. “IT” instructed me to take my meditation outside of my point of grounding. So I did. Few saw me, some spoke, some received me in ways I had foreseen. Then I began to speak….

The way you do in your art?

Yes..I sat there during the gas and witnessed police use force when force wasn’t needed. The people reacted, as they learned to taunt police, with the help of militants from other places… I taught them to sit through gas. It started as what might seem over the death of a black man but quickly became a political battle and one of identity. I knew what my task was. We were at war but no so much as they all thought. It was the same war that’s happening across the world but even they are mislead.It is a spiritual war and war with the self and every man woman and child is involved.Across the world people kill knowing this. I could lose my life for knowing this because there are people pulling strings that no one is aware of. We are all pawns in a very dangerous game. I call them “Godspell” or “God games.”.It’s no mistake, the nicknames we choose for ourselves or one another. I have been known as Saint Michael for a long time. The entity that moves me now, identifies as PI but it takes on many names and forms. The name moves me and those who hear me. . There were great challenges between my engagements, kind souls sat with me when all other ran. There were others who could not see what I saw but our interaction opening their eyes swore an alliance. They understood the sacrifice needed to make the people open their eyes and reach deeper inside. .We collaborated, with only the spirit love on our minds. We came together during the day and sat for hours, others joined us as we sat in silence. Many more came, shedding tears. Many watch with their phones and showed the world, many across the world sat also. We sat through the night and more people would come. When someone asked “what is this,” One person said. “I am PI” everyone seated would say… “And we are many.” .

Wow!!.

Some left and returned with others. There were no words spoken, other than “I am PI and we are many.” Someone recited a poem I wrote… “The Vision” . I stood and spoke….”I AM PI, THE IRRATIONAL” THOSE SEATED STOOD AND STATED “AND WE ARE MANY” THEY SAT AND I WOULD SPEAK AGAIN “AND THIS IS MY HOUSE” We had set the stage for a Holy reckoning and all who witnessed knew exactly what would happen if we were moved. By the time everyone had read the few words laid to pad… Others sent the message on that a black man filled with the spirit sat the world down and they all knew the conversation that needed to be had. Someone outside said black lives matter, another said all lives matter another said life matters. Christians joined hands, Muslims. Got to their knees and I stood, “we are here to discuss this thing called life and how we must do better by it, for the sake of all man.” I sat again and bowed my head. I spoke again “tell me what was taken from us.” A black man stood and told the story of how we were taken, stripped of home, spirit and dignity. A woman of Indian decent told the story of the Pilgrims destroying their ancestors way of life and home, a Jewish man told the story of the Holocaust, a Muslim and so on But they all knew and understood why they could not mention God or any Messiah. We were starting anew. One house one family.We were there to claim our identity and humans beings. People wept. The anger subsided..What happened to the police. They were moved. They knew, any act would cause bloodshed, many hoped and prayed for this moment and sat with us. Even the hardest and evillest of men, compelled to sit. Jails were silent as they watched from television. .You see, we all want something great to happen but that takes work… And it was happening right before their eyes. They could not deny it because there was no foolishness or power struggle. The Spirit had us all..Let us not forget were we came from or this moment. If we must return to this moment we all will perish blindly..

Wow grandpa, you did all that. Where you scared? How long did you sit there.

No baby, we did all that and for a moment I was but when PI moves me, I feel nothing other than Love. Frightening as love is, it kept me still. We sat sat for days up until that day… And all of them were not so great. Many were hurt but they called me and told me that they were ready. You see, I didn’t want this, people who speak like this are killed, I didn’t expect to lead but I did as the Spirit moves me to do. I am fortunate to be alive right now..Why did you do it?

We did all that for you.

Goodnight babies.

Goodnight Portland

Goodnight world.

*alternate: So you gathered them to stand their ground?

Yes baby… We gathered many people peacefully and we stood up together ready to fight, young old, black, white. We would not be denied that day. We brought down many corporations and wicked people.